Pick a character and I will give and explain the top five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

I love these memes. I actually have two muselists at the moment, since I'm in the middle of switching over... Which, more accurately means "I was going to switch over, but then got lazy and haven't touched either in months."

Who just passed her driver's roadtest with a perfect score? This girl. 0 points. Fuck. Yes.

And then I got to skip the rest of school, come home and watch some Royal Pains reruns & plan out an icon batch, and now I'm ripping my mother's old Bob Dylan, Edith Piaf, Cream, and some-chanting-monks-not-sure-which CDs into iTunes.

I did it again-- Though this time I slept straight through the day. I went from night to night, with no sunlight in between the dark. The day I was so excited for - a day off! no work to be done, only creativity - was completely lost.

Oh well. Can't rewind the hours, and I refuse to see a doctor about this again.

Excitingly, I put up my first real, new piece in my writing comm, selfconsciously. It's all Greek mythology at the moment, but I'm quite proud of Fixed Fortune. Thank you, Klose, for reading it over. ♥

Sometimes I feel like I'm less lost when I don't know where I am. Being lost has become so natural that once I truly find myself tangled in the street names and odd shops of a big city, I feel at home.

In other news, I think I'm going to start a real writing project. Maybe that will help.

Grades for this quarter closed today, and I was going to finish all my work that I had to hand in today (either because they were due or I hadn't handed them in) yesterday afternoon.

Apparently my body had a different plan. I settled down for a nap on the couch at 3:30 (I had been tired all day, as is my norm), thinking that I'd wake up at 4 PM when my mom traipsed into the house. Instead, I woke up at 4 AM, crawled into my bed, and slept soundly again until 6, when I had to get up for the bus.

Nothing got done, and I might be failing more than one class on my interim. Fuck. My. Life.